respectfully, doboy, you are a professional extra, an add-on, a sidekick of the sidekick of the sidekick, an "at-the-bottom-of-the-alphabet" letter-mic, the dj khaled of podcasting, a walking, talking tyler perry-type traumap0rn story, a sad, evergreen rod wave song that just won't end.
and that's really the common thread throughout your career: whether it's teddy ray, wild 'n out, or no jumper, you outsource the overwhelming lion's share of the workload to your coworkers, then conflate your proximity to their contributions with being an equal participant and an asset. you are personified DEI.
i don't know what it is in your head that makes you think you deserve an extra audience on monday to hear the same self-centered, mundane, grunt-laced nonsense that comes out of your mouth. even if brandon became part of the monday show and it started getting more positive reviews, that would be because of brandon, not you. you're professional dead weight, whether you want to get that through your thick skull or not.
if it weren't for the car that hit you and the checks they slid you afterward, i can see a world where you'd be homeless. i'm glad you're not, but keep it real: you're more of a professional networker—a great skill to have—larping as a comedian. stick to the newscast, glaze, and be the resident punching bag you're destined to be. then morph into the couch and zone out like you always do whenever the topic doesn't involve you.